Shivaree Arrivederci Lyrics

Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weathers fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old who bargain and save
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They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything